It’s good to be the king.
Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon from the castle of Camelot, King of the Britains, Defeater of the Saxons, sovereign of all England.
Hey, has this castle always had four turrets?
Time’s up. What’s your answer?
Number Two, Sir!
Who does Number Two work for? Who does Number Two work for?
It’s Two-Face!
I don’t care if you’re pretty, I love you anyway!
Kiss me, you fool.
All right, but you’re so damned ugly.
Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I’ve found you! At last, I know the secret of it all!
Well, if you just wanna see me jack off, it’s ten. But if you just wanna look at it, it’s only five.
Seven and a half cents doesn’t buy a heck of a lot.
I like to watch.
I’m here to see how you are. How are you?
My cholesterol’s a little high.
No, no, no food, no food! Sex! I want sex! Give me some sex!
“He wrote that to me?”
“He wrote it to everybody.”
I run this dump, and I don’t know the technical mumbo-jumbo. Why do I run it? Cause I got horse sense goddamit, SHOWMANSHIP! And also I hope Lou told you this, I am bigger and meaner and louder than any other kike in this town. Did you tell him that Lou? And I don’t mean my dick is bigger than yours, it’s not a sexual thing. You’re a writer, you know more about that. Coffee?
No sugar, just a little Skinny & Sweet.